Me and hubbie had just gotten back from Vegas to find my computer had crashed. I was freaking out with thoughts of deadlines, billable hours, and blogs running through my head, when suddenly there was a knock on my office door. I opened it, and there stood hubbie in a yellow polo, black shorts, and flip flops holding a tray with two cocktails. He had slicked his hair back, shaved, and probably put moisturizer on his face. He looked…like a total yuppie that had just gotten off a yacht, the complete antithesis of what had attracted me to him five years ago.

He delivered my cocktails, then sat down on my office couch; suave, cocky, like he knew something about the situation I didn’t. It was not his typical demeanor, it was as if I was gazing upon a different man. Bottom line: I was totally turned on, and had completely forgotten about my broken what?

A little variety goes a long way.

If I were to sit down and list everything I loved or that turned me on in a man, the list would be really long and look really schizo. Like everything from rich, corporate, uber-confident, borderline asshole, to dirt-bike riding, scruffy-bearded, bad ass, to sweet, sentimental gentleman with big hands and a big…

So how do you become everything? You can’t. Just be yourself, and listen to what she needs. When you’re in tune, you’ll be able to bring everything to the table. Or at least a lot:)